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It’s been said What You Observe in Someone Else is Exactly What You Observe in Yourself.  Hmmm . . . can it be?  — Read More…

What do I want to be when I grow up?

Which road should I take?

I don’t know what to wear!

Do I take this job or that job?

Where do I want to live?

Ah, decisions, decisions!  Or, in my world where a different word is used, ah!  Choices, choices!  Don’t we make choices every single moment of our lives?  You bet.  Every day we choose to respond to the alarm clock (or not), get to work on time (or not). . .  Read More…

With no thoughts of my own bubbling and bursting me at the seams to be let out, I’ve been sitting quietly on the sidelines of blogging, reminding myself that “they also serve who only stand and wait.” Read More…

This is about recurring dreams . . .

One in particular, especially, that I’ll never forget.  It  didn’t recur every single night back then, but it visited me too often to not be significant.  In the dream I am a wife and mother of two toddlers, working at our family business.  I am a very busy person – like all wives and mothers. Read More…

What the word means:  resolutely fearless; dauntless; brave, courageous, bold.

What Intrepid Daydreamer is, in me:  insanely, blindly, absolutely, unwaveringly determined to NOT surrender my love for fantasy.  Refusal to give up my belief in magic.  Certain knowledge that all forms of life speak to us and have very, very valuable messages.  Inexorably convinced that my life is a fairy tale and I create the story; choose the characters; weave the substories with all the colors of every emotion; design the outcomes of events; and learn as I go, all the wisdom that I already know. Read More…

I started out quite small, you know.  Infinitesimally small.  A tiny seed, dropped by my parent tree, set free by a gentle breeze.  Drifted to earth.  I lay there, still as could be.  Fallen leaves began to cover me.  The world got cold, and in a few months I was blanketed in snow, in a deafening silence.

I just lay there, blanketed, quiet, inert.  But something was stirring, I remember that.  Soon I began to feel a bit of warmth.  I felt something within me reaching down into the earth, and it felt good.  It felt so good, that something else within me began reaching upward.

There I was, this tiny little creature, reaching downward and upward at the same time.  Was something wrong with me?  Was I confused and didn’t know which way to go?  It kept happening; as I reached farther down, I also reached farther up.  Continued warmth increased my activity.  I noticed other creatures like me — doing the same thing.

For a while I stopped wondering what was going on in me, because I was so curious about what was going on outside of me.  Strange, wonderful, curious events all around!  Seeds sprouting.  Crawling creatures on the ground, and in the ground.  Hopping things.  Winged creatures in the air.  Strange sounds, all different, yet making some kind of music,  and I sensed a harmony unfolding.  Four-legged creatures of all sizes and shapes appeared, and their own unique sounds enriched the music of the forest.

I realized that I was making no sound.  I must be a silent creature.  And I don’t move, either; I seem to be — oh, what’s the word — rooted in one place.  This is MY place to be.  Silent is MY way to be.

The warmth grows stronger, the light is more intense, and it moves me to open all these tiny buds on my limbs — I dress myself in layers of green.  Each day my dress expands and enlarges, and my limbs continue reaching upward, and now even outward.  Creatures find their way up my limbs, onto my leaves, and they do curious things.  I see nests being built, webs being spun; I see beehives developing right here on me!   I think I’m a habitat.

This feels right.  I accept the creatures, and I grow in my understanding of relationship.  I have friends.  I don’t stand alone.  I am the silent, still being that allows and accepts it all.  I stand strong but in willing surrender.  I am tree.

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PS the Hot Air Balloon Mass Ascension scheduled for this morning was cancelled due to stormy weather.  We enjoyed the vendors’ wares and the other spectators wandering around with us at the launch site; we smiled and acknowledged that we were embracing the disappointment as a gift of some mysterious kind.  Besides, there’s always tomorrow!